Regular Show Phone Prank Novels & Stories

And the same voice—the exact same voice—said, "You've got the wrong number." Before I could respond, he added: "Stop calling." Then silence. I put the phone down on my desk. My hands were shaking. Three different homes. Three different families. But one voice. The same voice. Not similar. Identical. The same rhythm, the same slight rasp at the end of each sentence, the same way of saying "wrong number" as if he was amused by something I couldn't hear. I sat there for a long time, trying to convince myself it was a prank. Maybe they'd planned it together. Maybe they'd gotten one of their boyfriends to answer all three phones. That was possible, wasn't it?

Henry August scratched his head while pondering in his mind and said, "No idea. Could it be that it is from our enemy? Maybe our enemy planned to trap us." Daniel Brooke shrugged in frustration. "As of now, we have to play along. We will withdraw the money tomorrow morning, but we have to be more careful." They sat down on the sofa and started discussing how to deal with this situation. At that time Henry August received a call, and he answered, "Hello." After hearing something from the other end, he nodded and responded shortly, "Okay." "This phone call came from an area around a graveyard, and as usual the number is switched off now. It is also registered in fake ID. Usually, these things

she Stuttered “ SO WHAT?? WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME? ” he shouted again whereas the girl swallowed her saliva, it wasn't her fault, after all, receiving such a type of call was not so unexpected. Many girls used to do pranks by calling here randomly and saying that they are Mr. Goenka's gf. Many girls even claim that they are pregnant for his child so as to grab his attention to their shits. As a receptionist, she knew very clearly what calls need to be forwarded, whatnot. But this time, she too was confused whether it was real or fake, she even tried to talk to the lady but the woman herself had hung up. What could she do now?

Was this a spam call? “I think you've got the wrong number here." “No, it's you I want to talk to." “State your identity or I would end this call." I had no time for shenanigans like this. "Hey, why so stri—" I ended the call and dropped my phone on the table. A moment later, the call came through again. “Really? You really ended the call?" The lady scoffed when I answered it again. “I said I was going to. You should be grateful I answered the second time. State your identity now.”

Every single time, he received the same response—a robotic female voice that said, "The number you have dialed is currently out of the service area." He threw his phone to the floor, picked it up, then threw it down again. "Natalie Payton, where the fuck are you?" His enraged shout echoed in the empty yard, startling a few birds that had been resting on the walls into flight. Marissa strolled over to him at a leisurely pace, then bent down to pick up his phone. "Jamie, calm down. Maybe Nat went to a friend's house or a hotel. It's not the first time she's pretended to go missing."

"Well, maybe a little" "You should understand I can't let you crush my reputation cupcake. I worked for it." "The only thing you do is to prank people and ruin their lives" "First, you make it sound like I murdered their entire family. I'm not ruining their lives, I'm making them popular." Is he really this dumb? "That's not the type of popular people want." "Well, you don't always get what you want" "You know what, just drop it" "So you're not planning on pranking me back?"

He grabbed his phone that was on the table part of the vanity and found his doppelganger’s name in his recent calls list. A couple of rings and… “What’s up mom?” a peppy voice that sounded very much awake came through Carl’s phone speakers. “You’re still up?” “Yeah, we just got back from destroying Dustin Himbolake’s career. Long story…” “What?!” “Yeah, turn on channel 102, they’ve been replaying the clip over and over again for the past two hours,” fake Carl laughs heartily and real Carl quickly scans the room for the tv remote. Finally locating it on the edge of his bed, he grabs it and turns on channel 102, belly flopping onto the mattress.

No one came. The crowd swelled. Phones were inches from my face. I kept backing up, dodging cameras, until I bumped into someone. "Sorry, I—" Before I could finish, strong hands landed on my shoulders. "I'm the one who should be sorry," said a familiar voice. "Sorry I'm late, babe. Traffic was hell."

This feature applied to the rest of the house. As I reached for a new book, my phone rang again. Checking the caller ID, it was an unknown number, but given the recent prank calls, I hesitated to answer. The call persisted, however, prompting me to pick up reluctantly. “Pierce speaking?” I answered, my annoyance evident. “You can't even afford a few hundred dollar bills?” At once, I recognized the owner of the voice. The annoying voice taunted me, making me want to punch a hole in the wall.

Annie had to remove the phone from her ear for a little moment because of how loud his voice was. She placed the phone back on her ear. "This is Annie!...I don't...." "Really?. Is this another prank of your, doctor Larry!..why is your voice sounding....." Pim!. The line got disconnected. The hell!. Annie stared at the screen and quickly dialed the number again. *Sorry!,your account balance is low.*the service said.. Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! She threw the phone down and ruffled her hair... Geez,if only that damn guy have listened to her self.